Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh! The newly bought 32-inches flat screen television begins to malfunction. Channels hastily shifting from one to another. Reception turning from a vivid video to yellow, then in a little while, retro. It stops. Then, Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh! Moving pictures in the big screen are like having a race with a shooting star, impetuously changing scenes as if played in fast forward. Small dots of white, grey, and black begin to cover the screen, and in a moment, everything is in black.
Thud! Thug! Thud! He begins to rap the brand new TV set, perplexed on the strange occurrence, the sudden blinking of the television altering channels and effects as he watch a noon-time show. Weird. It's a new one and the latest model. Thud! At last! Everything is back to normal. He turns his back from the television and went straight into his king bed where piles of pants, tee-shirts and undergarments are stock. Beside it is a traveling trunk wide open and half-occupied with things.
Baffled, he exhales deeply as he sit. Abysses sigh of frustration. He glances over the now-fine television. This would be the last day I'll be using you in watching my favorite show. Right. My favorite show. This may help me loosen up a bit from my anxieties. But, wait this is not the right channel. He held out his hand reaching for the remote control fixed on his bedside table. Pointing it after on the TV to change the channel, but to no avail. He tries to press the channel-changer button again. No result. He did the same thing again. But it's not changing. O--kay? What's wrong with this appliance?! He did it again once, twice, thrice and again, for the last time. That's it! Its ticking me off! He presses the power button trying to turn the appliance off but it didn't work. Maybe the remote don't have a battery now. There's no need to buy a new one. I will be leaving tomorrow, anyway. In total frustration, he begins to walk straight towards the television to unplug it.
